Claire lay still.130Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡY3UMfmPLvZ
The same jazz song played again.
— She could now predict exactly which saxophone note would slip slightly off pitch.130Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6ONjsxyTD5
She wasn’t even annoyed anymore. Just... hollow, like she wanted to roll her eyes at the ceiling without the energy to do it.
She was pretty sure she could sing the whole thing backwards.
— No joke. She actually tried humming it in reverse in her head.130Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡypm3fSMoKH
The melody twisted like an overheating tape deck, spitting out scorched notes in her brain.
Why had she failed?130Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwhUNVlWCbp
Was it because she closed her eyes?
— Was it just a matter of seconds?130Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7QjNOyLZjT
Or worse... did her awareness mean nothing at all?
She couldn’t help but ask herself:130Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1bh79wA4RV
If this world doesn’t wait for my will to move forward... what am I even fighting for?
No.130Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3cDs5i69Wh
Tonight, she’d try again.130Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSYGNHe3f1Q
Another sleepless night.
— She bit down on the thought like it was a chunk of old coffee grounds—bitter, gritty, stubborn.
She wasn’t the type to give up.130Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzfRkvlPCdu
Not now.130Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvQhNMxbecY
Not like this.
Even if there were no answers, she’d break this puzzle into pieces. Disassemble the trap.
She expected to be exhausted. But her body felt… reset.
— No dry eyes. No aching back. No trace of the five coffees she downed the night before.
That was the real freaky part.130Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVhcTWFMkyS
Her whole body felt clean.130Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUVelblF1Er
Like someone had wiped her system while she slept.
Claire got up.130Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAfNlwnVLb8
Opened the café.
— She dressed. Went downstairs.130Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1BL3GmKBaa
Started prepping bagels with muscle memory alone.130Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzvuep1Yss3
At least this kept her from thinking too much during the daylight hours.
Waiting for night again.
— Daytime was for pretending.130Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUKke9tMEi7
The illusion of normal would swallow her whole if she let it.130Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡk7ghxRufWV
But her mind had already carved out space for the night. Reserved it.130Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡM6D6dh72PL
A blackout room in the back of her thoughts.130Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjUaIexhFT2
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Three days later, she woke to jazz again.
Same track.
Same key.
— The song had become a ritual.130Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrTfXr7gaRO
A key.130Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEfw4rh1dS3
A trigger.
And this time, Claire finally let herself say it aloud:
She hadn’t failed.
The reset began with her.
When she closed her eyes, the world followed.130Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFdah6oNgtP
— Not midnight.130Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡldNfynHghV
Not sunrise.130Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsZQYoWdkzU
Not the radio signal.
Her.
Her eyelids dropped—curtain down.130Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPed0zIzSbo
The world rewound.
So if she didn’t sleep… she could reach tomorrow?
— The idea hit like a gas leak.130Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡY4TCedD3Ps
Invisible. Intoxicating. Dangerous.
No sleep = escape?
What was the cost?130Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtyAZ3xZvbn
One night? Three? The last one?
Claire wasn’t sure if this was good news.
She wasn’t even sure which would come first: tomorrow… or her own collapse.
— She stared at the wall calendar, tempted to scribble “Don’t Die” across it.130Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuuTErOWGrw
She set the pen down instead.
This wasn’t a joke.130Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvvfKiL8JJO
But jokes were the only way she knew how to survive this.
No.130Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqWOxSCoDuf
This wasn’t the solution.
The answer had to be closer.130Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡz0Flxv5j9f
Not in her blood pressure.130Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHurcX8WfLh
Not in sleep deprivation.
There had to be a crack somewhere.
If not, she’d end up as a corpse that never closed its eyes.
Claire started wondering if time had left her behind.
Maybe everyone else had moved on.130Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXvj1nXF8ac
Maybe the world was now on episode 5… and she was stuck on a frozen frame of episode 2.
— Her name. Her face. Her breath—stuck in a day that no longer belonged to anyone else’s memory.
She told herself not to dwell.
There were no therapists for this kind of fear.130Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXbSaqLErOB
No appointments in a world with no tomorrow.
— She almost laughed, imagining herself in a psych office:130Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcHYdxa9rmu
“Hi, I’m stuck reliving the same day, and by the way, Doc—you’ll forget I came in.”
She couldn’t even be bothered to write the script.
No one would believe her.130Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8kX8xWH28m
And even if someone did—they couldn’t help.
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Claire’s head hung low.130Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAVDSBjHAbv
She stared at the bed sheets.
Hmm...
— That crease was in the same spot yesterday.130Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡScJqBm6XpI
She never made her bed. Usually just kicked the covers to the side.130Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡemZIX4lBEA
But the folds… they always stayed the same.
Like someone had painted them on.
What if this was magical?
What if it wasn’t a cosmic glitch… but something in her space?
— Like those old movies:130Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2kVA0iVWNx
The protagonist picks up a glowing watch.130Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQisSsX9k00
Or touches some cursed gemstone.130Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlf8LTADQKy
Suddenly: time loop.
Claire had no watch.130Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTFeDJCq5p8
No gems.130Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ36mdwuKwYz
Just a bed as stiff as a plastic cutting board.
Was it the bed?
— A magic bed that reset time when she laid down?
Or the room?
Or something in it?
— Her aunt’s things, maybe?130Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjtG11pkwPO
The ones she never touched?
She used to imagine they moved at night.
Later, she blamed it on her own overthinking.130Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQp29VZHjfk
But now?
Even absurdity seemed worth testing.
A thought settled in.
She’d try again tonight.
But not here.
— The café still opened like usual.130Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSeYTYwS9P8
She didn’t want the world suspecting anything.
Just like a researcher observing test subjects—130Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡG52eixG7nL
you don’t let them know they’re being watched.
7 p.m. came.130Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgChUltmI7a
Claire locked up.
But this time, she was on the outside of the door.
— Her hand trembled—not from fear, but from the weight of it.130Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtlhS14TvEn
This felt small.130Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7ihA16SsDK
But also like it could shift the gravity of the whole universe.
She booked a cheap motel.130Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtgU6jIFjrm
Didn’t care about the room.130Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvdjZZg5SEF
Didn’t care about the bed.
This wasn’t about comfort.130Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBNaXDlWpwD
It was about boundaries.
She double-checked the lock on her café.
Then scratched a mark into the doorknob with her nail.
Let’s see if that’s still there tomorrow.
If someone broke in—130Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡp8n3LbrvvV
Good.
Maybe something would finally change.
— A missing bag of flour would be worth celebrating.130Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlWI5XfdZij
She’d pop champagne for a dent in the matrix.
Anything.
Any sign this world wasn’t a sealed glass maze, always snapping back into place like a puzzle that refused to stay broken.130Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAAv3mpCtfS
and then Add to home screen.